Spare a cup of sugar?

The other fae met Dusk head on, their chests slamming together. The colorful woman was larger, but Dusk knew that she was more skilled. She'd trained her entire life, after all.

As her opponent shifted to keep her throat away from Dusk's jaws, the dark fae instead slid her fangs into the thicker fur at the back of the woman's neck. It wasn't the throat, but she could still use it to her advantage. Planting her paws, Dusk pulled hard, attempting to jerk the fae towards her and affect her balance, then she pushed, slamming herself forward and hoping to topple the fae, leaving herself on top.


"Dusk"